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Chapter 10: The Return of the Saint
Translated by Vine | Proofread by Lust
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Kim Tae-Hyeon, an assistant instructor in the culinary arts department at Seorabeol University, let out a weary sigh as he faced yet another unchanged day.
“Is it going to be the same today…?”
Tae-Hyeon had always been an ordinary student with no special abilities. That was, of course, before the zombie apocalypse turned the world upside down. Now, he was just a hapless young man, living each day in fear with his family.
“Still no news today.”
At least he was luckier than most. As an assistant in the culinary arts department, Tae-Hyeon had often handled the pickup of large quantities of food supplies for university lectures. The day the apocalypse began, he had gotten up early to collect food for a class, and was on his way to campus when he first noticed the chaos.
“Even Park from nearby finally left, huh?”
With the refrigerated truck full of supplies, Tae-Hyeon had managed to stay in his home, unlike the other survivors in the neighborhood who had run out of food and were forced to leave. Compared to them, Tae-Hyeon was doing quite well.
“Damn. I’d kill for a cigarette right now.”
In this new world, something as simple as a cigarette had become a luxury. He chuckled bitterly at his own greed, wondering how long his luck would last. Though he had survived relatively well so far, he knew it couldn’t continue forever.
“Oppa, are you okay…?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Go back inside. It’s too dangerous out here.”
“Okay.”
Tae-Hyeon still had his family to protect. His father, mother, and younger sister were all safe, unlike many others who had lost their families and abandoned their homes in despair.
“If I hadn’t acted when I did, I wouldn’t even be here.”
On his way home, Tae-Hyeon had run over a zombie with his truck, awakening a mysterious power within himself. That power had allowed him to fight off the zombies attacking his family when he arrived home.
“I was really lucky. To awaken like that, and to have my family just about to leave for work and school when the outbreak started…”
His decision to leave the house early had been crucial. If he had been even a bit later, his family would likely have perished.
“I wonder if the professors and the other students are okay.”
After rescuing his family, Tae-Hyeon unloaded all the supplies from the truck and stored them in the house. Though he felt guilty about leaving his colleagues behind, it was too late to go back to the university now. The streets were crawling with zombies, and risking the trip was not an option.
“When is the government going to step in?”
Tae-Hyeon’s only plan was to wait for government assistance to arrive before their supplies ran out. Though he had briefly entertained the idea of using his awakened powers to make a name for himself, the horrifying scenes of the apocalypse had quickly erased such ambitions from his mind.
“SNS and the internet… you can’t trust them.”
In the early days, Tae-Hyeon’s instincts hadn’t been entirely wrong. Despite the zombie outbreak, utilities like gas, electricity, and water were still functioning, and the internet provided a lifeline for news. It seemed logical to believe that the government was responding to the crisis. But as weeks turned into months, that belief faded.
“Now, the gas is cut off, the electricity is gone… and even the water supply stopped. Luckily, I stored some just in case.”
Gas was the first to go, followed by electricity, and finally, the water. Tae-Hyeon had been proactive in securing supplies and even worked with other survivors to clear out the zombies near their homes. Despite everything, the situation was growing more desperate by the day.
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“What? The survivor camp was wiped out?”
Through the internet, he learned that the largest survivor camp in Gyeongju had been attacked and destroyed. Though the information had come from a message board and could have been false, the accompanying photos and testimonies confirmed its truth. The collapse of such a significant camp dealt a heavy blow to his morale.
“Can we even survive at this rate?”
His family was also reaching their limits. The food from the refrigerated truck was nearly gone, and they would have to find more soon, or risk starving to death. But looting abandoned homes or attacking others wasn’t something Tae-Hyeon was prepared to do.
As his hopes dwindled, a mysterious girl appeared before him.
“Let’s join forces and rebuild the fallen order together.”
At first, he assumed she was from a cult, one of those groups exploiting the chaos to preach doomsday prophecies. Tae-Hyeon dismissed her with a wave, but the girl’s voice took on a frustrated tone.
“A cult? Please. I’m not like those delusional doomsayers. I sincerely want to restore Gyeongju to normal.”
“Restore it? And you are…?”
Intrigued, Tae-Hyeon turned to face the source of the voice and understood her confidence. The girl did not appear to belong to the same world as him—a world now dominated by grime and despair. Her platinum hair shone clean and vibrant, as if freshly washed, and her clothes were pristine and neatly pressed. It was a stark contrast to the filthy rags most people were forced to wear.
‘Her appearance… is she really that well-off?’
Unlike the cultists who roamed the streets, filthy and unkempt, this girl looked like a model fresh out of a magazine.
“Wait… your hair color and eyes are different, but…”
Tae-Hyeon recognized her. With disbelief in his voice, he called out her name.
“Are you… Choi Yu-Na? Miss Yu-Na?”
Yu-Na, the gentle healer from Gyeongju’s largest survivor camp. Before the camp disbanded, she had healed countless people, both survivors and the awakened alike, asking for nothing in return. Tae-Hyeon and his family had once been among those she helped.
“It’s you. You’re alive.”
“Yes, I am.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. When the camp fell, he had prayed that Yu-Na would somehow make it out. Now, here she was, standing before him. Her hair, which had turned platinum from stress, and her striking blue eyes hinted at something otherworldly.
‘Could she be… a saint?’
It was as if the girl before him had transcended the ordinary, becoming something extraordinary. Tae-Hyeon found himself mesmerized and asked her a question.
“What do you mean by restoring Gyeongju? What exactly are you suggesting?”
“It’s simple,” she replied. “I’m asking if you want to bring back order… and reclaim our everyday lives.”
The gentle healer, who had once devoted herself to treating survivors, now posed a question to Tae-Hyeon. Did he want to regain the normal life that had been stolen from them?
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